What is a home?
Floor and walls,
Ceiling and roof,
Doors to walk
In and out of,
Windows to let
In light and air.
Lamps that come on
When you flick a switch,
Water that pours out,
When you turn a faucet.
Heat that drives away the cold
Of winter days.
Or is it a place
In the head and heart?
A place where comfort
Is not a matter of
Light and water and heat
But of all the moments
Shared with the ones
You love, the memories
Of bodies entwined,
Of kindness given
And received,
Of the knowledge
That in an inconstant world,
There is something
That will never change.
© Dennis Hathaway
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